written by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers
© 1928 Warner Brothers Music (ASCAP)
I'm a sentimental sap that's all
What's the use of trying not to fall
I have no will, you made your kill
'Cause you took advantage of me
I'm just like an apple on a bough
And you're gonna shake me down somehow
So what's the use, you cooked my goose
'Cause you took advantage of me
I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know
My elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when you're near
Here I am with all my bridges burned
Just a babe in arms where you're concerned
So lock the doors and call me yours
'Cause you took advantage of me
I'm so hot and bothered that I don't know
My elbow from my ear
I suffer something awful each time you go
And much worse when you're near
Here I am with all my bridges burned
Just a babe in arms where you're concerned
So lock the doors and call me yours
'Cause you took advantage of me
Yeah you took advantage of me
Oh you took advantage of me